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*modra* Chapter 3: Hot-and-Cold Chaos *modra*
I thought maybe, just maybe, today would be normal. 
I was wrong.
There he was again, leaning against the railing by the courtyard, smirk in place, laughing with his friends.
Enemy instincts.
“Hey,” he called out casually, voice like it didn’t even matter to him. 
I frowned. Was that… friendly? Or just him messing with me?
I waved slightly, cautious. 
He just raised one eyebrow and smirked, like he knew exactly how much attention he’d stolen without even trying.
Then he walked past me, bumped me lightly with his shoulder. 
“Watch it,” I muttered. 
“Or what?” he replied, grinning.
I frowned. Something about the way he said it—it was playful, yes, but also… distant, like he didn’t actually care about me at all.
And that’s when it hit me: maybe he doesn’t like me. 
Not really. 
Sure, he teases me, smirks at me, laughs when I glare, but… he also ignores me at random, barely notices when I try to get his attention, and sometimes he’s just… cold. 
Not mean. Not cruel. Just… not invested.
I shook my head, annoyed at myself for analyzing him again. 
Why do I care? Why do I notice every little thing?
He glanced over his shoulder, caught me staring, and smirked just slightly before turning back to his friends. 
Ugh. 
Hot, charming, frustrating, smart… 
And apparently completely indifferent to how much he’s wrecking my day.
I clenched my notebook tighter. 
Another encounter. Another reminder. 
Another chaotic day starring me… and him.
And yes… part of me wished he did like me.
Enemy instincts. 
Perfect.